David Semenske

(9/17/58 / Milwaukee, Wi)

Ode to the Legion


We're taking a chance
Marching for France
Under the French Flag

We're convicts and theives
But if you please
We are heroes of the grave

France went to war
On the Barbary shore
To protect her southern coast

Her expedition failed
Her finances Pale
Her Army became a ghost

So the call went out
Without a doubt
Across the European land

Rot in your cells
Or fend for yourselves
And give France a hand

So we made a stand
On Algerian land
One unit under France

And when we were done
A new life had begun
We earned our second chance

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by a documentary I watched a number of years ago.I had the lead line for a number of years but then it hit me and I wrote in less than half an hour.

Comments about this poem (Ode to the Legion by David Semenske )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Rebel, Nassy Fesharaki
  2. Your Organ Donor Card, Richard Thripp
  3. Floating Feathers, Ronald Chapman
  4. I LOOK FOR NEW FACES ابحث عن وجوه جديدة, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  5. First Date (Secret Message Poem), Ronald Chapman
  6. Love Forever, Sandra Feldman
  7. Feeling Love, Ronald Chapman
  8. Hussein, Nassy Fesharaki
  9. Farmer, Ronald Chapman
  10. A NEW POEM TO HER, MOHAMMAD SKATI

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Walter Scott

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]